let me preface this pic a bit. my dad and I were close. we'd take these long drives to nowhere just to spend time together out of the house- and to get me away from my mother. he could spot deer at hundreds of yards and be dead on accurate on the count, bucks and does. it was something special we did.
when he died, he was buried at a cemetery in Cleveland near the airport. it doesn't get much more urban than that. there are small stands of trees there, but no real cover. at the end of his service when we walked back to the cars, a small herd of deer stepped out of the trees-a stand too small to hide them- walked across the lawn and disappeared into another small group of trees near us. they didn't come out the other side.
I talk to him sometimes when I feel like I need him. Inevitably, no matter where I am, deer will appear and I know he's with me. On one occasion I'd taken a drive up to the Shasta dam. Same thing happened only this time I had my camera.
Every other photo taken with the camera, same location, other objects, came out clear and crisp. The deer themselves looked fine to my eyes, but again, came off a hill walked right up to me and just- disappeared.
Here's the photo. I believe.
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